
Life is like a game of chess.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 126 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-06-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2968189
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Life is a game of chess
And we're all players.
The white pieces are
The More Fortunate:
The rich, the lucky, the protected.
The black pieces watch, sullen.
Differences are enlarged,
Made to look more than they
Really are.
The pieces play
In varying degrees
Of honour.
But it is a game,
And it does end in
Bloodshed.
This is realised
And players have
Tried to stop this.
But after all,
It is a game of chess,
And in a game of chess,
You never really stop playing.
And however unnecessary it is,
There is a divide,
And that divide will remain
No matter what.
That's how it is
In the game of
Chess called life,
And that's how it will be
Forever.
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